Vincent (Made Men, #2)(4)

I am going to kill them.

“They are dead.” Although Vincent tried to keep his body under control, Nero’s laughter was making it hard. Then, when two guys appeared and started grabbing at the girls, he decided to fuck control.

“No, they are fucking dead!”

*

As the night progressed, she and Adalyn got into a rhythm and they couldn’t be stopped. Many guys tried to dance with them, only to be pushed away. They only danced with each other, which enticed the men even more.

When a group of guys joined around them, Lake noticed their dates had finally found them. She decided to treat them the same way as all the other men trying to grope her by pushing them back. Thankfully they didn’t put up much of a fight, seeming to be content simply watching.

That was when Lake and Adalyn were quickly grabbed by two guys who had gotten sick and tired of being turned down.

Get off me! She was attempting to shove the guy away when Lake thought she heard Adalyn yell, “Vincent!”

“Huh?” Confused, she quickly used all her strength to shove the guy off. When she turned, she saw Vincent heading their way.

Oh, shit. She knew this wasn’t going to be good. Lake and Adalyn scurried toward him.

Vincent happened to be Adalyn’s brother. Well, technically, her stepbrother. They were toddlers when his mother married Adalyn’s father. Hell, they didn’t even know they weren’t anything other than blood siblings until they got older. With them both being the same age, they might as well have been twins.

It’s okay. He doesn’t know we were on a date.

His pissed-the-fuck-off face said otherwise, though.

“What the fuck are you both doing here?” Vincent growled.

Michael and Tim pulled them back. “They are with us.”

Well, now he knows.

Vincent pointed toward the guys Lake and Adalyn had been trying to fight off. “Okay, then who the fuck are you two?”

Suddenly, Lake and Adalyn were jerked back again by the two who didn’t like to be turned down. Will they quit that shit!

The one holding Vincent’s sister had the balls to speak. “We’re the ones who are going to fuck them by the end of the night. So find your own.”

Lake felt a nice chunk of her ass being groped.

“Hey, get off me!” she said, frantically hitting him.

Adalyn, on the other hand, was calm. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

Lake’s eyes were drawn to Vincent as he started rolling up the sleeves on his black button-down shirt. For some reason, she saw him differently than she usually did in that moment. She didn’t understand why, though.

Vincent had it all and was never anything less than immaculate. The handsome face, the perfect light blonde hair, and the dreamy baby-blue eyes. He was a god. And the worst part was Vincent knew it.

He turned up the last bit of his sleeve. “You’ve got this all wrong, motherfucker. That’s my sister you’re holding there, and unfortunately, she will be the last girl you’ll be able to hold.”

Lake blinked her eyes a few times. Oh, my fucking Go—

“This bitch isn’t your sister.” The guy holding Lake started to laugh. Looking down at her, he finished, “Looks like you’re mine.”

She watched something change in Vincent’s eyes as he flexed his jaw. “These fuckers are mine; you two get the little shits who brought them here.”

Lake finally noticed the two guys beside Vincent. When they started rolling up their sleeves like Vincent had with smiles on their faces, she came to the understanding that one was scary and gorgeous, while the other was big and frightening.

Again, the girls found themselves being pulled in different directions when their dates tried to grab them back. This is really starting to piss me off!

“Man, I thought you’d never ask,” the gorgeous one said, grabbing Vincent’s shoulder.

“You guys can thank me later for bringing you here,” the big one sneered, making him somehow scarier.

Yep, I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well.





Chapter Three

A Horror Film Starring Vincent, the Psychopath Killer



Lake couldn’t believe what she was watching as she stood inside the circle, listening to the chanting of “Fight! Fight! Fight!” She seriously thought she was watching an action film right before her eyes.

Her eyes danced between the three friends beating the shit out of the guys. Those idiots don’t stand a chance in Hell. The scary, gorgeous one was merely playing with Michael, pretending to let him get a free shot by standing still. As soon as Michael got close, he swiftly struck him in the face. That happened again and again, and Michael kept falling for it. Such a dumbass.

She watched Tim practically shit his pants as he looked at the frightening big one. He tried to run away, which obviously wasn’t going to work. Once the big one got Tim, he lifted him off the ground in a chokehold. Tim was literally not even half his size.

That left Vincent, who was making sure the guys who had groped them on the dance floor paid for what they had done. Seriously P-A-I-D, paid. When they both tried to attack him, he dodged out of the way and they ended up hitting each other. Lake tried not to wince when the one who had grabbed her ass went for Vincent again, but that time he caught Vincent off-guard and kneed him in the balls, toppling him over.